Literature, Smut, and Adult Themes

Starting after Harry wins the game...nearing the end of Chapter 11 (PS)
Just a warning: this is Harry/Oliver (continuity requires it), and my first published smut; be kind, eh!

“I’ve got the snitch!” Harry shouted, waving it above his head, and the game ended in complete confusion.

“He didn’t catch it, he nearly swallowed it,” Flint was still howling twenty minutes later, but it made no difference – Harry hadn’t broken any rules and Lee Jordan was still happily shouting the result – Gryffindor had won by one hundred and seventy points to sixty. Harry heard none of this, though. He was with Hermione and Ron on the pitch, as the rest of the teams went to their showers.

“Congrats, mate,” Ron smiled as he patted Harry on the back. Hermione gave him a small hug, careful to keep herself clean, before commenting, “You need a shower, Harry.”

“No I don’t – I’m fine,” Harry said, much more eager to think about the game and talk with his friends again.

“Listen, Harry,” Hermione used a stronger tone this time, “we have important information to tell you, but we can’t talk about it here; we need to go to Hagrid’s.”

“So let’s go!” Harry smiled.

“But you can’t just go wondering around all dirty – it would be suspicious. You need a shower”

“Yeah, she’s right,” Ron piped in, “whenever Fred and George don’t shower, they just stink up any room they visit. We’ll see you at Hagrid’s, okay?”

“Fine,” Harry grumbled, and slowly walked into the Gryffindor change room.

He was careful to walk slowly, though time was of the essence. He felt very apprehensive about taking a communal shower, for he had never been in one before, and had never seen anybody else naked – ever. Though he knew that the girls were segregated from the boys, and that houses did not share change rooms, he could not help but feel scared from the pressure of three older boys.

Much to his surprise and relief, though, Fred and George burst into the lockers section, dressed only in large white towels; their hair was wet, and Harry correctly assumed that they had already showered. However, he waited until they left to peel off his sweaty Quidditch gear and get nude. He heard a shower running all throughout his strip, and felt nervousness creep into his mind. Only one person could be left – Oliver Wood – and Harry considered for a moment washing in the sink.

If asked, Harry couldn’t have really explained his anxiety; he would just shrug and say something along the lines of “first time jitters, I suppose”. However, secretly, he had a feeling that he was scared because he didn’t know what other people were like underneath their clothes, and he had no idea how he would react. His penis had taken to becoming hard for no apparent reason now a days, and though he didn’t know what it meant, he knew that it wasn’t something to share.

Nevertheless, Harry bit the bullet and, with a towel around his waist, walked into the shower section. He removed his glasses, putting them on a small rack by the door, and stared. The room was all tile, with seven shower heads available. Under the third one from the door was the slim body of Oliver Wood, who was currently lathering his body with a copious amount of soap. Harry gulped, quietly looking up and down his captain’s nude backside. He was all muscle; he had no babyfat left, and his butt was exquisitely firm –

“Hullo, Harry!” Oliver suddenly said, turning his head around to the doorway. Harry took a step back in surprise, and to his dismay, he noticed that his cock was slowly filling with more blood.

“H-hey, Oliv-ver!” Harry mumbled, adding “almost done?”

“Ah, right, you’re new,” he said in a louder voice, turning his attention back to the shower wall. “After any big game, I like to meditate under the shower for a good amount of time.”

“What d’you think about?” Harry inquired, willing his cock to return to its flaccid state.

“Y’know, the usual stuff – what went wrong, what could be improved, and for the first time, what can we keep doing to win again! All thanks to you, Harry.”

Harry nodded slightly, listening to the shower spray without another word. Without moving towards the shower heads, he just rocked back and forth on his feet, staring at no particular tile off in the distance.

“First time sharing a shower, Potter?” Oliver suddenly asked, not looking over.

Horrified, Harry let out a weak “yes”, and slowly began to back out of the room.

“Listen, no one likes to have to share a shower – hell, I don’t like losing all my privacy in one go, but hey – we’ve all got to deal with it. Listen, I won’t judge or anything, so just relax and enjoy.”

Suddenly, Oliver turned completely facing Harry, not covering his penis at all. Gaining a tiny morsel of comfort from Oliver’s empathy, Harry quickly pulled off the towel and turned on the water; thankfully, it was nice and hot already.

“See, you’ve got nothing to worry about.” Oliver smiled, still staring at Harry. “You’re a boy, I’m a boy, and there’s no reason to see it as any more than that.”

As Oliver repeated the word boy, Harry suddenly turned his head and caught a vivid peak at Oliver’s dangling cock. It was bigger than his by far, and his balls were also huge. There was hair, too, around his crotch. Without warning, Harry’s penis flooded with arousal and he grew to his full three inches, right in front of Oliver. He blushed immediately, and covered his cock with both his hands. Oliver, however, didn’t seem to mind.

“Don’t worry about it, Potter; it happens to all of us.”

“What does?” Harry asked, hoping that his captain hadn’t noticed his exact problem.

“Y’know...getting hard in the shower.”

Harry flushed red immediately, and weakly replied, “maybe I should just go...”

“Ah, don’t worry,” the keeper continued, “all’s you’ve got to do is finish it off; I won’t judge.”

Finish it off? Harry thought, rather perplexed at the term, “What’s that?”

Suddenly, Oliver broke out into a laughing fit, only managing to get out “first years...”

“What?”

After composing himself, Oliver turned off his shower and slowly walked over to Harry’s, turning it off too. Harry recoiled slightly, hands still around his cock.

“So you mean to tell me that you’ve never heard of jerking off, masturbating, wanking, tossing, a hand job, or fun-for-one?”

Harry shook his head.

“Well, then, you’re going to thank me for this later,” Oliver said, looking down at Harry, “our dicks, cocks, penises, tools, members, et cetera, are for more than just pissing; they’re specially designed to pleasure us whenever we want.

“However, in order to have fun with oneself, and in the future, others, one must get an erection – which you have already accomplished. Don’t hide it, c’mon, show it! Be proud of it!”

Slowly, and with great caution, Harry began to move his hands from his groin to his sides. He allowed his dick to stand out straight, still greatly embarrassed. Harry, Oliver noted, was circumcised as well he was, and so he skipped explaining his experience with foreskins (of others) and moved straight to the main part of his lecture.

“Jerking off requires a soft yet firm grip, a willingness to continue, and a love of pleasure; do you have all that?”

Harry nodded shakily.

“Okay,” Oliver took a deep breath, and calculated his next step. Technically, at this moment, Harry was jailbait and Oliver knew that touching him would be more of a pedophile move than a friendly teammate’s gesture, “watch me.”

With Harry as material, it didn’t take long for Oliver to get hard. Staring at a boy that would have rivalled Hyacinth or Ganymede in ancient times brought him to his full six inches, and with great care, he grabbed his dick with his left hand, using the right to gather a bit of spit from his mouth. He slowly took the saliva and rubbed it on the head of his throbbing dick, exaggerating his moans of delight.

Though he would’ve thought it impossible, Harry got even harder at the sight. He chose then to mimic everything Oliver did from then on, and with little movements he too grabbed his cock and began pumping. Wave after wave of ecstasy suddenly flowed over him, and he chastised himself for ever being fearful about taking a shower.

“Feel’s good, doesn’t it?” Oliver smiled, guiltily taking in Harry’s beauty for the best wanking material of all time.

“Yeah; how long do I go for?”

“As long as you want,” Oliver smiled, increasing his speed, “but typically, guys stop after their first cum.”

“Cum?” Harry’s eyes widened.

“Y’know...the climax?” Oliver prompted; the innocence of Harry’s vocabulary only further aroused him, and he knew he wouldn’t take much longer to get off.

“No...” Harry said, still pulling back and forth on his shaft.

“Okay...while jerking off feels great, it is not meant to last forever. What happens is that you’ll get to a peak of pleasure, which is called cumming, and then come back down from it. When you get older, you’ll shoot semen, but for now, you’ll just have a great bit of pleasure. Watch!”

As Harry eagerly watched Oliver’s actions, the captain quickly aimed his dick down near the drain and, with a few more tugs, climaxed. Suddenly, ribbons of white hot liquid shot out of his veined penis and landed near the drain; he continued milking himself until there was nothing left, and then he sighed contentedly.

Harry picked up his pace, and suddenly the pleasure increased. However, being a novice, Harry stopped as the pleasure stopped, assuming that he too had cum; in reality, he had not. Still erect, he stared at the deflating cock that the keeper was sporting, and turned on the shower head to wash away the globs of cum.

“Why am I still hard?” Harry asked, slightly worried.

“Well, the younger you are, the more sexual energy you have in you. I guess that you are just ready to go again; I wouldn’t, though, if I were you – makes it feel less special. Just practice again soon, in the privacy of your own bed or something.”

Harry nodded enthusiastically, and watched as Oliver towelled off and, with a quick farewell, walked out the door.

He finished his shower in a much better mood than he had started it, and the he was being made a cup of strong tea back in Hagrid’s hut, with Ron and Hermione.

***Any good? I hope so, because this will be the last of the Oliver smut***
Next chapter will be Draco’s fun